Death of a Teddy

Between the Miscanthus I had to cut back yesterday (and didn't clear up very well) and the churning up of the garden by the mutts the grass is not looking too good. That said Mally decided this morning that her teddy was too hot and the garden was the perfect place for it to spend the day (even if it is pouring down). So through a rain covered window we watch it's slow demise.

Maybe she is testing it for it's worthiness like a Spartan baby?